𝗦 𝗔 𝗜 𝗡 𝗧

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He isn't what he seems to be or to be exact what he pretends to be. He was a prince of sins with a mask of Saint. His soul changes color just like his damn eyes. Whatever he does, is a pure Sin but to me it seems like pleasure. With him, world turns 360° and forces me to please with sin.

I craved for his mere appearance. It's like an addiction, worst than drugs. The way he touches me without laying a single finger, the way he eyes change colours with my presence and the way his voice drops everytime he looks at me, having a dark effect on my soul.

In a word, it's sin. But there's no way I would chose to be a saint leaving him behind. Who cares what world wants? The Prince of Sin has taken my Saint soul to corrupt already.